In all the world, He walked into this one.
(For you spring chickens, that’s a reference to a famous line in Casablanca.)
I heard Him knocking. I kept saying, “Just a minute. Let me straighten things up in here a little!” There were so many old attitudes lying around, you see. So many judgements and hurts, frustrations and mistakes and failures. So many things that just weren’t presentable.
The “minute” stretched into decades.
Still, patiently, He waited. And He knocked.
I’ve given up on trying to be presentable. I can’t manage it on my own. And looky-there–He’s got a toolbox in His hand. He’s the Carpenter–and He’s here to renovate.
And He is welcome here. At last, at last, I’ve opened the door.
